“So you… were able to.”
Wonyoung was in such shock that he couldn’t hear clearly what Heegang was saying. He thought with a dazed mind.
Did Baek Heegang know everything? If so.
‘If so, does he also know that I’m not actually Narae…’
He didn’t know why his heart sank so much at that fact. Because he couldn’t clear the game? Because he couldn’t return to the original world?
Wonyoung’s eyes shook at the waves of agitation that rushed in like the tide.
“At first I thought you were pretending not to know. I thought you might want to pretend not to know. But you weren’t that kind of kid, and then I realized. That you had forgotten.”
“…Forgotten?”
At those words, Wonyoung finally felt like his feet were on the ground. Not everything had been discovered yet. Nothing had ended.
And he had previously seen old memories of Narae and Baek Heegang in a dream. So conversely speaking, he could be seen as having forgotten the rest of the memories besides that.
When Wonyoung said nothing, Heegang, understanding it as affirmation, smiled with a sigh.
“I think it’s a memory you’d want to forget.”
“What kind of thing happened?”
“I said it. It’s a memory you’d want to forget. It’s better to forget. Stay forgotten just like that.”
“Even though I can’t remember you?”
“It’s enough if you remember me now.”
At those words, Wonyoung received a shock as if he’d been hit on the head.
Would that be enough? Could he be forgiven for not being the real Narae with just that?
Wonyoung unconsciously thought it would be nice if that were the case, then paused. Wasn’t that too selfish? It might be painful for Heegang.
“I’m sorry.”
At the apology that Wonyoung spat out without realizing it, Heegang burst into laughter as if dumbfounded.
“Why are you?”
“…For forgetting? And for not saying anything?”
“That’s so like you, Rae.”
Wonyoung felt a bit disappointed again at those words, but he was able to regain some reason.
To summarize, it was like this.
In any case, Baek Heegang had confined him for some reason. The confinement was temporary, and he would be released when the problem Heegang was shouldering was resolved.
Fortunately, tomorrow was Sunday. He had at least bought one day.
‘I have to escape somehow by then.’
As Wonyoung was thinking such thoughts, he suddenly felt a sense of discomfort. He was trapped, and it was because of Heegang’s secret. However, the game had no reaction at all.
‘No mission appeared, and there’s no status change or affection change either.’
“Rae?”
But he wasn’t given time to think more. At Heegang’s call, Wonyoung shook off his idle thoughts.
“I understand for now.”
“…You understand?”
“Yeah. I’ll stay here. The bathroom is over there, and you’ll bring meals, right? I’d appreciate it if you could just give me back my phone. I need to contact the company on Monday.”
Heegang stared at Wonyoung, then soon smiled brightly. It was a dazzling smile that made Wonyoung flinch.
“Okay!”
Then he quickly left the room to get the phone. Wonyoung was dumbfounded at that sight.
When the captured person calmly says they’ll be confined, one would normally be bewildered, but to be so happy like that. As expected, Baek Heegang wasn’t in his right mind either.
‘I’m not much different though.’
Anyway, to get out, it was one of three options: wait silently, step up to solve Heegang’s problem, or escape by any means necessary.
‘In a typical case, the game would be aiming for the latter two choices.’
Wonyoung naturally had no intention of playing along with what the game wanted. Since there was no mission, he planned to just stubbornly endure. Confinement? He’d experienced it a lot in games. Though this was the first time in reality.
Many semes in the world loved confinement.
“Rae, your phone.”
Soon Heegang returned and obediently offered the phone. Wonyoung received it and checked to see if anything was wrong while saying.
“Yeah, thanks. Just so you know, I won’t use this to call for help or anything. I don’t even know where this is, and I don’t want you to be in trouble.”
“Rae…”
The next moment, Wonyoung was pulled into Heegang’s embrace. Is this really the relationship between kidnapper and victim? He had such doubts but obediently stayed in Heegang’s embrace. Because.
[Heegang’s chest is comfortable. Stamina is gradually recovering.]
[Stamina: 3]
His stamina, which had hit rock bottom, was recovering.
Haha. A trait where stamina recovers when embraced by a man’s chest.
Seeing how calm he had become about something that would have made him faint in the past, Wonyoung felt like he had indeed changed.
* * *
“Leftovers again.”
Seokyung looked down at the plate and let out an annoyed sigh. When he flung the door wide open, he saw Yunwoo in a precarious outfit wearing only a shirt.
Seokyung gritted his teeth, feeling desire surge even without Yunwoo’s pheromones.
“How long do you plan to do this? You know it’s useless to do this.”
“Please let me out…”
Yunwoo begged pitifully. His eyes were red as if he had been crying.
“Let you out? So I can watch you play around with another guy? Ji Yunwoo. Do you want to drive me crazy?”
“Seokyung-ssi… that’s.”
“Go ahead and say it’s a misunderstanding. In front of me.”
Seokyung spat out fiercely and roughly pushed both of Yunwoo’s shoulders. In an instant, Yunwoo’s slender body fell onto the bed.
Seokyung looked at the snow-white thighs exposed in the air…
“Rae? What are you looking at?”
Back button technique, back button technique.
Wonyoung frantically pressed the back button.
“Ah, nothing?”
“You seemed really focused, like you didn’t even notice I came in. Ah, want some fruit?”
Fortunately, Heegang changed the subject and held out a plate. On the plate were various brutally massacred fruit pieces scattered about. Ah, right. He’s a cooking disaster.
He seemed like he’d be good with a knife, but cutting fruit seemed to be a different story.
“I’ll eat it well.”
Wonyoung picked up the most normal-looking apple piece with a fork and put it in his mouth. Heegang watched that sight proudly.
Is this… really confinement?
Wonyoung had read quite a lot of confinement stories, thinking it might help with the current situation, and he was just reading one. But usually, when confined, one only does improper things, they don’t leisurely play and eat like this.
Well, like a proper Korean, meals were taken care of well, but then they’d make them exercise that much too. To the point where one would worry about their back going out.
‘But here I am eating fruit.’
Wonyoung looked at Heegang while boredly chewing on fruit. His white skin and superior nose bridge sparkled as they caught the light.
Full stomach, cool temperature, and even a splendid work of art. It was truly satisfaction for all five senses.
“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s embarrassing.”
“I was thinking you’re handsome.”
“That’s fortunate. I’ll work harder on it.”
As expected, a handsome man’s mindset was also beautiful. Wonyoung nodded satisfactorily and sprawled out on the bed.
Heegang, who lay down next to him, brushed Wonyoung’s disheveled hair back.
“Sleepy?”
“Yeah.”
“Then sleep a bit. I’ll wake you when it’s time for dinner.”
“Didn’t you say you have a schedule?”
“I do, but I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Ah.”
Wonyoung answered lazily and thought. What is this, a conversation like a married couple of N years?
How could he adapt to confinement life in just one day like this? Was it an abangsu trait? Well, except for the shackles on his ankle, this was almost like a luxurious vacation. Wonyoung blinked his drowsy eyelids.
‘Why isn’t a mission appearing? What am I supposed to do?’
He tried to check on the game, but there was no movement at all. At this rate, he’d adapt to this lifestyle.
He looked up at the ceiling and picked up his phone.
“I’m going to contact the company.”
Of course, he didn’t forget to give a thorough report to his kidnapper. Although he had received one warning for his speech, now that he was confined, he wasn’t afraid of penalties.
Anyway, since he was a company slave, he had to contact the company. What excuse should he make? Wonyoung, who was lost in thought while entering Taerim’s contact information, panicked the next moment.
[Director, this is Narae ^ㅅ^]
This damn text appeared again?! Is it an automatic system?!
Wonyoung clenched his fist, but all he could do with that fist was press the send button.
[Are you having a pleasant weekend?]
[Actually, I have a severe upset stomach…]
[I’ve been trapped in the bathroom all day ㅠㅠ]
‘Stop, stop it!’
Now he’s Narae the pooper?! Why only to Kyung Taerim? Why?!
But then, a reply came from Taerim.
[What are you trying to do?]
‘Fuck.’
[Hearing about Narae-ssi’s story is certainly making for a pleasant weekend. Just state your business.]
Wonyoung ruffled his hair in misery. Then Heegang asked what was wrong and stroked Wonyoung’s hair.
“Who’s stressing you out? Should I get rid of them while you’re here? I’ll have a solid alibi.”
“…”
Wonyoung covered his phone so Heegang couldn’t see it and frantically pressed the send button.
[So I think it’ll be difficult to come to work tomorrow ㅠㅠ]
[Is that okay?]
Then a reply soon came.
[Do that.]
Phew… at least he was a pretty cool boss. As Wonyoung let out a sigh of relief, one more text arrived.
[Does it hurt a lot? Did you take medicine?]
“…”
Feeling the corners of his mouth slowly rise for some reason, he was staring at the screen when a hand suddenly appeared and snatched the phone away.
“Let’s stop now, Rae. That’s enough for today.”
“Huh? B-but I need to reply…”
“No.”
At Heegang’s firm tone, Wonyoung raised his head to look at him. He had a slightly pouty expression.
“I’m jealous.”
“…”
“Only look at me.”
Is this what heart-fluttering means?
Wonyoung’s face reddened and he roughly nodded. Anyway, Baek Heegang was a master at saying things outright. Did he have no shame?
As he was at a loss about how to smooth over the suddenly awkward atmosphere, fortunately, Heegang’s phone rang. Heegang, who checked his phone, sighed deeply.
“Do you have to go to work?”
“Yeah…”
He got up from his seat with a face dripping with regret. Wonyoung also naturally got up following him and saw him off to the door. Except for the shackles on Wonyoung’s ankle clanking, it was a very natural sight.
